Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.